What did you 1st learn about women when you moved in with one?

TP consumption will go up massively.

And somehow it goes up exponentially based on how many women are living in the household.

I've lived with mostly women my entire life, except for college when I lived with my best friend.

What I've learned is that each person has their own shite and it has nothing to do with gender.

They fart in their sleep but will deny it.

They don't intuitively know how to load a dishwasher.

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Most are slobs.......

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I do not share this opinion.

My wife is neatest, cleanest person I know. Not in a ocd type of way, just a I care about myself and my property type of way.

She complains constantly about living with cbree

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I also learned that nothing is ever hunky dory no matter how much good you do or how much how much you have. Women basically have a need to have something to complain about.

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dear god yes. If you build them a freakin' mansion they will focus on the curtains not being the right color. I didn't realize that I'd never do something 100% right again in my life when I moved in with my wife.


They will go out of their way to ask you to do something if they see you relaxing. Doesn't matter if it takes longer for them to walk across the house and ask you than doing it themselves.

None of their belongings ever contribute to clutter. It doesn't matter if everything you own can fit in the trunk of a Camry, it's all a problem. None of their stuff contributes to mess/clutter.

It doesn't matter how smart they are on paper. The stupidity of some of the stuff they say/do is astounding. I think my wife being smart as sh*t makes the dumb stuff she sometimes does more frustrating. Instead of thinking through something and solving the problem she will just give up and ask me to do it when I get home.

If she uses your tools and then you can't find a few they will deny having ever even seen a screwdriver in their entire lives.

Real convo we had yesterday. I was cleaning out my garage fridge and came across a dirty paint roller and handle in a zip loc in the back of the fridge that she'd left there.
I walk in the house with it and say "where do you want me to put this so you can clean it?"

Her "that's not mine"

Me "OK I'm throwing it away"

Her "don't do that I'm going to need it again soon"



Thankfully this sort of stuff is the worst I have to deal with. She's an awesome woman and I'm glad all I have to complain about from her is petty sh*t that doesn't really matter in the long run.

They're disgusting in a bathroom

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One thing I’ve learned about men from this board is y’all are a bunch of complaining, never satisfied sonsabitches.

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No one likes to passively gossip and bitch more than a man in Louisiana.

And that's also untrue because it's a sexist generalization. But when I reverse the sexism it seems to make people a little angry.

I learned that making a big pot of jambalaya/gumbo/red beans/spaghetti on Sunday night and portioning it up for lunch and dinners throughout the week made me a sick piece of shite in her eyes.